Chapter 6: The Rookie

Leon S. Kennedy, the rookie, the new guy, whatever you want to call him, had been in Racoon City mere moments before he had been set upon by what appeared to be the un-dead. After an encounter with Claire, a young lady searching for her brother they had been separated. Leon had decided it was time to find a way out of this hell hole and maybe figure out what the hell was going on along the way. Ammo was in short supply now and he was trying his damnedest to save whatever precious little nine millimetre bullets he had left. He got lucky once or twice after searching some dead cops but he had long since passed the police station and all he was finding now were dead civilians. Their bodies lying in awkward positions on the ground, pieces of flesh torn from the bone and the once grey concrete streets now awash with blood was enough to send shivers down even the strongest stomach. Leon's eyes tried their best to avoid the horrid scenes but no matter how hard he tried they always drifted back there and every time they did he wondered what his chances of making it out of this place alive were? Truth be told it didn't look good.
The darkened streets were cold as Leon walked onwards through the carnage, he had long since placed his trusty Heckler and Koch pistol in its holster and resorted to using his knife instead, he had stopped trying to kill his assailants in favour of a quick slash and then running onwards- it was by chance that he happened upon a street which appeared to be deserted although the eeriness more than made up for the un-dead which seemed to be avoiding this place. The thing which put the fear of God into him about this particular street though was not the sound of silence but what was unseen. After all who knew what lay just around the corner or what wretched beasts lurked in the shadows waiting for a new victim. As he trudged onwards through the night, the glass from street lamps and car windshields littering the street with glass, he noticed what appeared to be somebody sitting upon a bench, a shadowy figure that did nothing to soothe Leon's paranoia or fear,
"Excuse me, Sir"
He took a step forward and slide his knife away instead taking out his pistol he raised his arms,
"Sir I am a police officer- this city is under siege- identify yourself"
The figure stood up from the bench and looked at Leon,
"I don't… I don't know my name…"